I believe you [men] capable of everything great and good in your married lives. I believe you equal to every important exertion, and to every domestic forbearance, so long as - if I may be allowed the expression, so long as you have an object. I mean, while the woman you love lives, and lives for you. All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one, you need not covet it) is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.

He may live in my memory as the most amiable man of my acquaintance.

Every young lady may feel for my heroine in this critical moment, for every young lady has at some time or other known the same agitation.

She attracted him more than he liked.

What one means one day, you know, one may not mean the next. Circumstances change, opinions alter.

The publicis rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than when she does not.

We all love to instruct, though we can teach only what is not worth knowing.